These New Eyes, My New Life

These New Eyes, My New Life: Chapter 30

    Sunday night came a lot sooner than I would have liked it to. It was Cole's little brother, Jack's birthday and it was his family dinner. His older brother and older sister were coming into town for it, and it was going to be a nice family affair. Cole had decided to invite me, too.

    Well, it actually was his mother who brought up the idea of me coming over for it, he told me later in the week. His younger brother was turning nine. His oldest brother was twenty. His oldest sister was twenty-three. It wasn’t that I didn't want to come- I was really happy he cared about as much as to invite to something with his family. It was just that I was scared to death to meet his older sister, Chloe. His older brother, James, I was completely fine with meeting. Cole had told me tons of stories of him and James, and how much fun he is and how much I was going to love him. Chloe, on the other hand, Cole wasn't very fond of. I'd heard just a few stories about her, but from all of those, Cole had said they never really got along. He told me she was pretty bitchy, stuck-up, and hated him. Which I found completely impossible. How could anyone hate Cole? But apparently she did. That made me think she probably would not like me at all.

    So as I was getting ready, different scenarios were running through my mind. I pictured an unbelievably gorgeous blonde, with cold eyes and- okay; I know this could never happen- fire coming out of her mouth like a dragon. With every curl that dropped from my curling wand back down to my head, I heard some mean, snide comment. With every swipe of a make-up brush, I saw a cold hard glare. Let's just say by the time I was done, I was hyperventilating.

    I stood in front of my mirror, looking at every little detail to be sure I was perfect. My hair fell all around my shoulders in thick waves, and my bangs were brushed aside. I was wearing a navy skirt with pretty battenburg lace all over; it went to the end of my thigh, so it wasn’t too short. I had a cream tank top with lace detailing at the top tucked into that, and a hot pink long cardigan over that. A little skinny leather belt was around the band of the skirt, and hot pink flats were on my feet. My cheeks were a rosy pink, shimmery gold shadow covered my lids, liquid black liner lined my upper lash line, and thick black lashes framed my eyes. On my lips was a pretty baby pink that pulled it all together and gave it an innocent touch.  I looked unbelievably gorgeous, and it all looked effortless at the same time.

    I grabbed my phone and my bag, and walked down stairs, concentrating on breathing.

    "Mom?" I called.

    "In here!" she called back from the living room.

    I walked in there, and stood in front of her. "How do I look?" I asked.

    "You look awesome!" she said.

    "Doesn't look like I tried too hard?" I fretted.

    "Not at all! Really, Bekka, you look gorgeous," she reassured me, smiling.

    I took a deep breath. "Okay."

    "Big sister?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

    I nodded twice. "Twenty-three and she hates him," I said.

    "Really? How can she hate Cole?" my mom asked in disbelief.

    I laughed. "My thoughts exactly!"

    "Don't worry about her. You know his parents love you, his little brother loves you, and Cole loves you. Odds are she'll love you, too. Seriously just take a deep breath, don’t stress out, or you aren’t going to have a good time. Cole will be able to tell," she told me.

    I nodded and took another deep breath. "All right. Thanks for the pep talk mom," I said smiling at her.

    She smiled back. "Anytime honey! Have fun!" she said, and she stood up and hugged me.